Ode to Love
by Robert Breaker III
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Ode To Love
By Robert Breaker III
Written January 17, 2003
Love is such a tender and
Joyful feeling in one's heart
At times it makes one happy, and
At others, insanity it doth impart.
At times I give it due it's place
And find it makes me glad
But while I think of its object afar
My heart grows weary, sad.
So much it comforts and gives
Anticipation to my life,
But then I remember just who I am,
And a struggle within ensues with strife.
Sometimes I think that love should stay,
And never go away,
At other times it flees so fast,
I don't know what to say.
More than a feeling, yea
More than a desire in one's heart,
Love is all that matters still,
To give one's all, one's very soul to impart.
But when love given becomes rejected,
How hard it is to keep,
For rejection breeds contempt
Then one's love is rocked to sleep.
True love knows no bounds, nor fences
Like a fire it burns alive
Whether received or thwarted
It cannot be killed, it will always abide.
"But what is love?" Some may say,
For it's purity has been attacked
To some it's nothing more than flesh
And they think it's only given in the sack.
But lust and love are enemies,
Never to be mistaken,
Even if a sinful world,
Says "love" is only flesh partaken.